Remember to keep your composure, does Professor Bryan know whose room it is? But why do you want to tell them to keep their composure, even if it's Professor Dumbledore's new office, it's not so solemn to tell them, of course, for Harry, if this office is Snape's, it is enough to frighten them!

Finally, the brass doorknob swung all the way to the bottom, and with a creak, the crack in the door slowly opened, and a short figure walked into the office with a few steps, and then closed the door casually.

House-elves?

The person who walked into the office was not some faculty member from the castle, but a house-elf, and Hermione looked at Professor Bryan and noticed that he was also a little surprised.

Harry soon discovered something unusual about this house-elf.

First of all, the dress, although this elf looks very retro, but it is not a good match, unlike the strange mix and match on Dobby's body, it is very in line with the wizard's aesthetic, and the clothes it wears are also very clean, not sloppy at all.

The second is the look.

The elves Harry had seen were mostly groveling, and when they faced wizards, they always looked with obvious or restrained fear and discussion, and even Dobby was not immune to this. But that's not the case with this elf at all.

The elf seemed to be in a good mood, and as it walked towards the desk, it was smiling, humming an unknown song, and carefully holding an elegant-looking golden cup in its hand.

"Professor Blaine, it's like"

Harry and Ron were observing the elf, and Hermione had already discovered the most important point.

The elf walked straight to the desk, not even glancing at them at the desk, as if they didn't exist.

This guess was so strange that Hermione subconsciously looked at Professor Blaine, but saw that Professor Blaine was staring at something solemnly, and following his line of sight, Hermione found that Professor Blaine was looking at the golden cup in the elf's hand.

Inside and out, there is something wrong with this little elf.

As he passed, Ron staggered back a few steps in fright, but the elf ignored the scene and smiled, placing the golden cup containing a purple liquid on the table, wandering around, then walked to the windowsill and checked the ashes with his fingers.

"It can't see us, can it?"

It would be stupid not to realize this by now, Ron looked at Professor Blaine and asked,

"This is your manipulation to keep us from being discovered?"

Professor Bryan didn't answer Ron's question, he leaned down and studied the golden cup in the corner of the table.

"Dobby knows every elf in the castle, Harry Potter--" Dobby whispered to Harry, "but Dobby has never seen it--"

Harry was about to say something, but his expression suddenly became horrified, and Ron and Hermione beside him had the same expressions.

The elf, who didn't know who it belonged to, was still humming softly, and after making sure that the hygiene in the room was satisfactory, it walked back to the desk from the windowsill, and then, directly through the body of Professor Blaine, who was studying the gold cup, began to clean up the slightly messy tabletop, and what was even more surprising was that the books and papers on the table that they had never been able to touch, this elf could pick up normally!

"It's a ghost!"

The sight of the elf passing through Professor Blaine's body was so shocking that Harry couldn't help but scream.

Harry couldn't think of anything other than a ghost!

"Do you say?"

Ron's face was as white as snow as he witnessed the scene, and he gasped with difficulty, his fingertips chattering.

"Could it be that this office is saying that we have broken into the world of ghosts, so we can't touch what's in the room, and this elf can't touch us?"

Ever since they entered the office, a strange sensation had tormented Harry's nerves, and Ron's speculation had pushed them into the abyss of fear, and even Hermione, who had always been sensible, was in a state of panic, feeling that everything around her exuded an eerie aura.

All three of them subconsciously approached Professor Blaine, who was the only one in the office who could give them a sense of security.

Call--

Amosta straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief.

When destroying the elaborate locket of Slytherin, Dumbledore had taken out a book that recorded the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, and the gold cup in the picture in the book contained real magic inscriptions such as Gryffindor's sword, Slytherin's locket, and the Ravenclaw crown at the foot of the cup, but the one in front of him did not.

Amosta does not doubt that the gold cup in front of him is fake, but said that at this point in time, the Big Four have not yet done anything about their respective legacies that can almost represent their identities.

"This is not a world of the undead, and the elf in front of me is not an undead--"

Amosta, whose thoughts were withdrawn from the golden cup, whispered,

"You can understand that we have fallen for the illusion magic in this room, and this office is showing us a past that once happened--"

Professor Blaine's statement undoubtedly made the three young wizards breathe a sigh of relief - illusion magic, which sounded much safer. Compared to straying into the world of the dead.

"Professor Blaine—"

Hermione blamed herself, believing that the three of them, as well as Dobby and Winter, were responsible for the illusion magic, and that Professor Bryan had been implicated.

"Do you have a way to crack the illusion magic in the room?"

"You can try it--"

The magic left over for thousands of years is not without flaws, Amosta stared straight into the void, and there was a glint in his lilac eyes, as if he had seen through the void, he said calmly

"But I think we'd better not try it in a hurry. The original owner of this office obviously wanted to show us something worthwhile, and to leave now would undoubtedly be a waste of our adventure. ”

Adventure?

Ron smacked his lips, he didn't think it was an adventure to stumble into this weird office, but Professor Bryan looked calm and light, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave the room, so he had to suppress the rejection in his heart and keep quiet.

After making sure that the group would not encounter any danger, Hermione seemed to be a little more relieved, and the curiosity in her heart began to haunt her again.

Who is the owner of this office?

Hermione couldn't help but ponder the question, and the bright-eyed house-elf who was busy cleaning up the desk in front of them made Hermione even more curious.

This elf exudes a breath of freedom, not at all like the elves in the kitchen and the outside world who take pleasure in being enslaved, how did he or she do all this?

Hermione watched the elf intently, trying to figure out the secrets of this elf that behaved naturally, but was extremely strange on the body of a house-elf, and yet—

Click!

Suddenly, the doorknob of the office was unscrewed again!

It was a lady who walked in, a middle-aged lady who was slightly chubby, but her face revealed a gentleness with a strange power that could soothe the throbbing of people's hearts, and her burgundy eyes were as bright as stars, even Professor Dumbledore, who had a pair of penetrating blue eyes, or Professor Bryan, who had magic in her lilac eyes, could not match!

The middle-aged witch did not appear alone, but behind her, another witch who looked much younger but looked very tired.

And the moment they saw the young witch, Harry and Ron's eyes instantly drifted.

The most beautiful and evocative women Harry had ever seen were the ones he had seen in the Quidditch World Cup final, however, compared to the appearance and temperament of the young witch in front of him, Harry felt that the babies were simply vulgar!

But—

Harry's brow furrowed, and he stared at the two witches who walked in, and at first glance, he thought that they were particularly remarkable.

"Who are they?"

Ron whispered to Hermione about something that Professor Bryan's previous statement had revealed. The office they were in probably belonged to some of the pre-Hogwarts faculty members, and it was supposed to be very famous. Like Harry, Ron, who felt a sense of familiarity in his heart, turned his face to look at Hermione, and at first glance, Ron's brows suddenly rose!

Hermione's brown eyes beside him were almost bulging out of their sockets, and her wide open mouth looked funny, which also proved her surprise at the moment!

"What's the matter, why do you look like you've seen a ghost!"

Ron asked nervously. However, he didn't need Hermione to answer, for the next conversation had already allowed him to fully understand the reason for Hermione's surprise and fear, and it had put his mind in almost the same situation!

"Good afternoon, Kiki--"

The middle-aged witch who was the first to walk into the office said with a smile on her face and a voice as soft as a spring breeze,

"I'm looking for you, Kiki, I've come up with a few new dishes that I'm going to incorporate into the children's daily recipes, but until then, maybe you can give me advice—"

"Good afternoon, Ms. Hufflepuff, Ms. Ravenclaw—"

The house-elf known as Kiki stood beside the seat, bowed slightly, and said politely,

"It's a pleasure to be of service, Ms. Hufflepuff, it's my pleasure--"

(End of chapter)